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Now, it’s a New Hampshire country mile from scalloped potatoes and the perfect beet, but I think you should read Joyce Maynard on returning to college for her sophomore year, 46 years after dropping out for J.D. Salinger, in Vogue.

One of the great things about the newspaper racket is that you can publish from beyond the grave. Charles Aznavour, the great French singer and champion of Armenia, died last week. Aznavour’s obituary in The Times was written by my late colleague Frank J. Prial, who himself died in 2012. (Frank’s obituary was written by Eric Asimov.) Here, anyway, is Aznavour singing, “What Makes a Man.”